Read Charlotte Canelli's column in the December 6, 2013 edition of the Norwood Transcript and Bulletin.
As a young child, I was blessed to have two grandmothers in my life. Although we moved to another coast when I was the tender age of six, my grandmothers' unconditional love followed me across the country.
As a young child, I was blessed to have two grandmothers in my life. Although we moved to another coast when I was the tender age of six, my grandmothers' unconditional love followed me across the country.
My
parents were divorced and I lived with my mother, so it was my maternal
grandmother - my Nana - who had the most influence on my life. My family was
not wealthy and in the 1960s phone calls were costly and air travel
prohibitively expensive. Yet, I
delighted in reading Nana’s frequent and newsy letters. I cherished Nana’s
holiday phone calls and treasured her simple, yet heartfelt,
Christmas gifts. Our visits were
infrequent but immeasurably memorable.
As a fifteen-year old, I sobbed inconsolably when she departed our home
and crossed the country to her home in New England after a
three-month visit with us.
When
Nana was nearing 80 years old, she traveled the 3000 miles to
California again – this time to my wedding. Some years later, I made a special trip
across the country to introduce her to my first-born daughter and although they were too young to remember, all three of my daughters
sat on their great-grandmother's comfortable lap.
Still,
it was not until I was a new mother myself that I realized that I was
singing the songs that my Nana had sung to me when I was a very young child.
The emotional breadth of those moments reliving my Nana’s bosomy, loving, and
comforting lap crept into my consciousness after becoming a
mother and in the years since. I
hear her voice in my heart and her music in my soul and it reminds
me repeatedly how fortunate I was to have my Nana in
my life.
When
Nana became frighteningly ill sometime in my late twenties, I visited her in
the hospital, and I was overcome with fear that she would die without
understanding how important she was to me. I will always be grateful
for that visit when I gained the courage to reveal my devotion for her even
though she recovered and lived for another four or five years.
In
“Mr. Rogers Talks with Parents” (1983) Fred Rogers tells the story of his
maternal grandfather, Fred McFeely’s impact on his life. “Fred” he said, “you
made this day a special day by being yourself. Always remember there’s just one
person in this world like you … and I like you just the way you are!”
Wise Fred
Rogers described it over thirty years ago: “A grandparent is a special
kind of ally … that includes being lovable and loving”.
Very
recently, I became a Nana myself. My
granddaughter, Phoebe was born this past October, and the amazing
journey between a grandmother and a granddaughter has begun. The ancient bonds of the ages – those between
the generations, miraculously synthesize as the lullabies of my past become a
symphony of a new life as I cuddle my granddaughter Phoebe and I am overcome with strains of unconditional grandmotherly love.
There
is profound wisdom and amazing insight in “Eye of My Heart: 27 Writers Reveal
the Hidden Pleasures and Perils of Being a Grandmother”, edited by Barbara
Graham. The titled essay, “Eye of My
Heart” by Barbara Graham is painful to read because Graham had to accept living
across the ocean from her grandchild, Isabelle Eva. That essay (Ten Straight Days) is only one
that brought me to tears. Roxana
Robinson’s essay (Nana) describes the moments waiting for her daughter to give
birth to her granddaughter, Lucy. I,
too, waited and bit my nails. I, too,
cried with relief and disbelief when I received the phone telling me that I was
Nana to an amazingly precious new life. Robinson’s words are perfect: “She was
so new, I could hardly bring myself to hold her. She was so important, I could hardly bear the
thought of giving her up”.
Other
essays in “Eye of My Heart” by writers Elizabeth Berg, Judith Guest, Judith
Viorst and Susan Shreve describe the delightful moments and the
breathtaking realization of the gift of grandmotherhood.
There
are some other terrific books about grandparenting in the Minuteman Library
Network. “Long-Distance Grandparenting: Connecting with Your Grandchildren from
Afar” (2008) by Wilma Willis Gore explains why taking one grandchild at a time
benefits everyone – parent, grandchild and grandparent.
“The
Simple Joys of Grandparenting: Stories, Nursery Rhymes, Recipes, Games, Crafts,
and More” by Abigail R. Gehring (2012) is full of things like instructions for
making sock puppets and chocolate fudge.
“The Grandparent Guide: The Definitive Guide to Coping with the
Challenges of Modern Grandparenting” (2002) by Arthur Kornhaber, M.D. might be
a bit outdated in 2013 but has some great advice nonetheless. For seven years, I have been helping to raise
my husband’s fifteen year-old grandson, Colin. The challenges inherent in
raising a teenager at our age are awesome.
A
2010 revised version of “Grandloving: Making Memories with Your Grandchildren
by Sue Johnson, Julie Carlson and Elizabeth Bower includes “expanded sections
on Skyping, texting and social networking” with your grandchildren including
Facebook, YouTube, Flickr andTwitter.
Other
books about grandparenting can be fun and practical. In 2004, television personality and
weatherman Willard Scott wrote “If I Knew It Was Going to Be This
Much Fun, I Would Have Become a Grandparent First”. The Wellesley Free Library (in the Minuteman
Library Network) has wonderful kits to loan
to grandparents. Included in
the kits are books for day tripping in the Boston area, maps and tips,
games and activities.
Writer
Alex Haley wrote “Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of
little children”. It doesn’t take a book
to learn to “sprinkle a little stardust” – it seems to come naturally to
most of us. But if you’d like help
finding any of these books or placing them on hold in the library catalog, call
the library at 781-769-0200.